Divine Knowledge, Fallen Angels, and Marlboro Black

Recently, I borrowed from my sister a copy of Mitch Albom's most recent magnum opus, "Have a Little Faith", which is about Mitch's personal account when his Jewish Rabbi, Albert Lewis, asked him to do him an eulogy. In the early chapters of the book, the author mentioned his background on his religion, where he said he studied more complicated materials like the Talmud and the Mystic Kabbalah.

The Jewish Kabbalah. Easy, right?

As I read on through the book, the author mention that though he has tons of theological knowledge inside his brain, he somehow found himself running away from God. The more you learn as life goes, you come to a slow realization that you don't need much from God, and as long as you're not doing harm to anybody, He doesn't need anything from you too. It's like that guy you met since first grade that, either through fate or coincidence, becomes your classmate all throughout until high school, and though you start out as buddies, you get into another group and only get to talk to that guy once every blue moon. You know the guy, you get along with him, but its just that you don't have enough (or maybe don't) make time to be with him. That's how the author's spiritual life went so far in the book.

And I also noticed that that's also how my spiritual life is slowly turning out to be.



Ever since my childhood, I've been reading picturebook bibles and learned much from them. By the time I started to read a real Bible, I pretty much already knew how the stories and tales would turn out to be. While the other kids are being thought and are trying to comprehend, I slowly developed a case of elitism where I always think "they are so slow" or "isn't it obvious?"or "they claim to know God, but not know of his works? Losers..." or even "I'm pretty sure they'll go to Hell". It's funny that the most knowledgeable on Holiness thinks of the most evil thoughts.

By the time I got to my last year in high school, I was looking for materials to make interesting plot lines when I hit the jackpot: Gnosticism, Mystic Judaism, and the Kabbalah. Did my research on them to use them for a story, and soon I got dragged into the world of the Gnostic Texts. Learned of the Archangels, Levels of Heaven, Magic Circles to Invoke Spirits... hell, I studied it so much to a point when I stuck a magic circle to invoke harm to somebody as a prank, he soon fell down a flight of stairs and almost broke his neck, not if I did it on the specific day the spell is at its most powerful. True magic or not, I soon engrossed myself in it, and I didn't notice it was taking over me.

When I went to a Encounter-God Retreat last April (or was it May? Can't remember), I felt hatred for every person there, thinking they will oppress my belief and preach to me their inferior knowledge on God (I still had traces of my elitism then). All I could think of at the time was protecting my beliefs, and that night, me and my other self (read my old posts, I'm sure I already told you about my split personality) fought over what to believe, and that night was when my other self felt most materialized. That whole retreat was a battle against myself and my beliefs, and it turns out that all I'm doing is not bad in itself, but my mindset was what's making what I'm doing evil. I got it all out of my system, and I managed to defeat my inner demon, but the war in me is still not over.

I believe in God, and I'm as theistic as any other out there. But I smoke. I curse. I still study some mysticism in my free time. I never lie, but still avoids the truth. I'm greedy. I masturbate in a frequent intervals to materials I'm never shy of talking about in public (It's porn). I make it my personal tandem to understand everybody, think of every standpoint, and not just loathe them for what I see them as, but I sometimes still judge people according to appearance and surface matters. The only thing I could be proud of out of all this is that I can say I'm not a hypocrite. I won't tell you what you should or shouldn't do, but I can only tell you to believe what you think is right, for everybody has the right to do so.

Personally I have only 2, no, 3 sins that makes a person legible for damnation:

Uselessness, or what Christians call the "sin of omission", meaning you failed to do what you the current situation calls you to. An example is premature ejaculation because, seriously, you're pretty much useless when you realize your partner is still horny and you already shot your load and can't get it up.

Cruelty, or the "sin of emission", things that hurt other people, either mentally, emotionally, or physically.

Well, the last one is stupidity, which is doing what you obviously should not do, but count that one as a joke. If your stupidity is done when you're not obliged to do anything and nobody is hurt, its not really a sin. Lighting up a 7 month old Marlboro Black Menthol falls under this one.


Like King Solomon said:

"The greater my wisdom, the greater my grief.
An increase to my knowledge is an increase to my sorrow"

-Ecclesiastes 1:18

Protip: Ignorance is a bliss, and don't smoke old cigarettes. Not only do they taste bad, but they give you weird inspirations.


I fail to kill enough zombies for my zombie contingency plan, so I'm gonna keep delaying it until I get enough knowledge and experience. Peace out.


~thegreatnobody proceeded in killing more zombies with his authentic, magic-enhanced Wakizashi-Ken

A Zombie Contingency Plan and A Pack of Crappy Cigarettes part 1

As said on my last article, I'm inspired to make a Zombie Contingency Plan because of the awesomeness of Zombieland. All zombie movies I watched involved fast-paced ones, so I'm gonna make a plan involving them, because when you're surrounded by slow-moving, "brainzz"-mumbling zombies with hands in "I'm gonna strangle you" position, the only thing to be wary of is being mobbed and the urge to dance to some dead pop artist's "Thriller" music.


Rule 1: Don't be stupid

Seriously this is a major rule where violation of this rule automatically kills you. Your family/girlfriend/bestfriend/dog is infected? Kill them. No matter how sane they are in the moment, if they're bitten and the zombifying virus/bacteria/nanomachine is transferable via biting, say your last goodbyes and blow their brains out. The place his riddle by zombies? Don't get their attention and just run. Your fellow survivor tripped and is telling you to leave him and save yourself? Don't be a hero and just do what he/she says, damnit.

All basic knowledge is stored up in that brain of yours, so use it wisely. Anyone can survive if they just use that gray matter that everyzombie is crazy about.

Rule 2: Avoid Crowds

Most zombie movies have this scene where there's a bunch of people begging to cross some border/fence that the government/local officials put up to avoid contamination. Then its either somebody carries a bite-redden corpse of a love one that soon zombifies, bites, then infects everyone or somebody is already infected and starts biting everyone. Either way, it always end up nasty, so you better find a better way in to the safe zone (if there is any) or a way out of the vicinity.

Also, avoid places that everyone will think of going, like the gun store or grocery, because chances are everybody went there, somebody got infected, then everybody there is now a zombie. I'm sure you have a gun or lethal weapon at hand at the moment, and you're not gonna run out of bullets any time soon, so unless you really need to restock, just stay out of them crowded places.

If the zombie apocalypse started on a non-work day like Sunday or holiday, I suggest you go to a school or small office because I'm sure the most you have to put up with is about a dozen zombies or, if you're really lucky, none.

Rule 3: Travel Light

The tip is so good there's no way I can say that I didn't copy this off Zombieland or other good contingency plans. Personally, I plan on taking just one sports bag (the long type you usually put badminton rackets and shoes in) packed only with ammunitions and chocolate bread bars. Why Chocolate cake? Sweets give you boosts in energy and you need to run fast, plus it's good for the heart.

Carry just one large weapon, like a shotgun or machine gun. Miniature versions like the sawed-off shotgun and submachine guns are more preferable. Also carry a pistol and a midrange melee weapon. Don't be stupid (remember, rule 1) to chose something like knives and chainsaws. Contrary to what video games tell us (*cough* left 4 dead 2 *cough*), chainsaws are pretty heavy, and you're gonna do a lot of running now. For melee, I'd recommend a Japanese katana or a machete, because they have pretty decent range, plus they are easy to handle. Also, don't carry clothes, because you don't have the luxury of changing now.

I'm gonna put clothing under this rule also. Think, what part of your body will be most likely bitten? Limbs are the most common targeted parts in movies, where the other parts only comes next after they get you down. I suggest you wear padding (elbow pads, wrist bands, shin guards, you know, the stuff skaters and bikers forgets to wear) beneath your clothes so you have a split second chance of getting the zombie off you before their teeth sinks in to your flesh. Wear about 2 layers for the top, then top it off with a thick layer of clothing like a leather jacket of a motorist overall jacket (the one that covers everything). Always make sure that all those clothes are easy to remove, because when charging through a flood of zombies, all those grabby hands will start stripping you and the worst case is that the clothes gets stuck and you're trapped among zombies. Procuring clothes will be easy, so don't worry about your clothes and focus on surviving.

Rule 4: Sure-kill

A more general version of the double-tap. You're just one man, and there's millions of zombies out there. Every bullet counts, so make sure you blast a head with every shot. Also, if the zombie is down and you're gonna deliver the final blow, use melee weapons instead of wasting bullets on an already downed guy. Remember I didn't recommend knives? Its because the goal is to avoid any contact with the contaminant, and getting bit while trying to stab its head is really a bummer. Isn't chopping its head off with an axe or a machete way more convenient?




More rules to come, probably tomorrow. I'm gonna do more research.

~thegreatnobody left again into the zombie-filled streets for more information.

Love, Narcissism, Orgasmic Chin Massage, and Zombies

Noticed something missing? Yeah, I deleted yesterdays "love proclamation" article. Thanks to Jesse, I learned that what I feel is love IF and only IF I make the decision. If I tuck my tail between my legs and run away at the day I plan to talk to her, then its just infatuation. Love is a choice, and right now, I'm slowly nearing the crossroads that will tell me if what I really feel is love or infatuation (or probably the feeling of regret of what once was... i dunno). Well, for now, that's that and I'm gonna leave that topic till something happens.



Recently, I also noticed that I've been staring at the mirror too often now. I also look at my reflection in car windows, shop windows, blank monitors, and anything that reflects my image. It all probably started as a way to see if I'm maintaining a proper image, but soon, as I started to put up a "bad ass" image (unbuttoned patchless polo, black shirt, cool-looking pendant, and wild uncombed hair, plus smoking cigarettes in front of campus), I started looking at myself more and more. With all that looking at myself, I even noticed that my eyes have some femininity on them (which, according to this article, makes you way more lovable by the ladies). I know its kind of expected, but I can't help noticing girls looking with me with "you're yummy" eyes, with the combo "I'll fucking kill you" eyes courtesy of their boyfriends.

Not that I love being looked at, nor that I like looking good, but I just can't seem to stop fixing myself this way. Girls, imagine your first Barbie, the one that somebody said was so fugly you fixed it up so much that you even copied its style and you soon became THE BARBIE and everybody was amazed on how you changed from an innocent 5 year old girl to a jock-hunting blondie slut lying naked on the men's shower? Probably not, but the point is that you soon become your ideal self to the point you'll even sleep with your own doppelganger (no I won't... well... hmm.... maybe...). Did I just mentioned in my mind that I MIGHT sleep with my own clone? Shit, I'm going batshit insane here.




Well, besides my slowly creeping narcissism, I plan on growing a cool beard, and I heard that massaging parts with hair follicles promotes hair growth. I'll probably play with my chin like you tickle a cat, so I'll be going now. Btw, I just watched ZombieLand, so my next post (which will probably come later, or perhaps tomorrow) will be about my own set of rules to follow in case of a Zombie Apocalypse. There a lot of Zombie Contingency plans out there on the net, which I have to say are mostly unthoughtful and has many flaws, so I'll make sure I'll put a lot of thought on mine.



~thegreatnobody has left his room, massaging his chin as he kills zombies for research.

More About Myself

Well, I've posted an online confession already, so what's to be ashamed of? I could at least tell some personal background to know how you can avoid raising your kid into the miserable adult I turned out to be. But as I had said on my 2nd post, I'm just a nobody behind this online persona of mine, but who cares? Nobody's probably reading anyways... (or is there...? *dun-dun-dun-DUN*)


I'm an adult (you can be sure of that, if you know what I mean... *wink) who still lives with his parents (damn it), currently studying and looking for an open-schedule part time job. At the moment, I'm studying Architecture in a nearby university and spends most of my day either at school or at a national Park, smoking and eating sandwiches. I grew up in a Born Again Christian family and has been baptized twice, once as a Catholic and another as a Born Again. The first books I opened were pictured Bibles, so I grew up knowing more Biblical facts than the Catholics in my elementary school (and how I hated them for looking down on me for being an "inferior" Christian while they can't even differentiate Noah from Moses).

I had only a handful of childhood friends, and because of my parent's overprotective nature, I grew up not knowing the feeling of leaving the house, thus making me the introverted otaku I am today. The only friends I had since childhood that I still frequently meet today is Jesse (author of Incoherence) and the Rolloqui twins (if you are reading this, I'm sorry if in case I misspelled your surname). I also recently hang out with a classmate of mine during my first year in high school named Aldwin. All of us have many things in common, and a few of those are having the same faith and being good in Philosophical arguments. Well, not really, because the twins and Aldwin usually have holes in their argument, but they still have strong standpoints that I can learn off to widen my knowledge. Me, Jesse, the Twins and Aldwin also call ourselves blood brothers because the friendship we have between us is stronger than what we have with our siblings (seriously).

Just for the record, I never really studied Philosophy like reading materials and researching philosophers and such. I started the way like all great philosophers started: thinking beyond what you usually think. People usually think of stuff until they reach a level where they tire of knowing so they just say "That's that", while I go the extra mile to think one more level deeper. Somebody once told me that people who don't think much usually gets Alzheimer's earlier and they usually die in a brain-dead state, so I started thinking out of fear. I probably thought too much because I soon developed another persona inside me whom I can talk to and sometimes personify my anger, rage, and wrath. I can still talk to that persona, but it seemed that I gained control of it sometime during my miserable life.


As for now, my favorite pastimes are drawing, blogging, smoking in the park, and watching/reading porn, which the last one I will be doing now.



~thegreatnobody started watching porn and forgot to sign out.

The Essence of "Tambay"

I just returned to my room after a 30 minute stroll outside, and boy, I feel great!


Didn't plan it, no planned route, just walked around in circles, sat anywhere comfy, and just smoked. Nothing big on my mind, just looking at the people around me, staring at the sky above, eying some chicks walking around.




It's like enlightenment, but on a simpler, easier-to-achieve level.




Sometimes, I think too much; about God, Existentialism, Reality vs Fantasy, meaning of Life... and that's good. I train my mind, widen my thoughts, and on some level, being superior on the state of thought than most people. But sometimes, I just realized, that simple things can bring calmness to one's self. Being selfish only on the level of wanting to smoke more, walk a longer distance, and spend more time alone.

I was actually planning on making a counter-argument on the topic of absolution of everything -seeing things only black and white- against a friend of mine tonight, but I decided to postpone it. No, its not that I don't have a winning argument, and it not that I have forgotten my stand, but I really don't feel like thinking too heavily right now.

It's funny though, because I just remembered my motto a minute go: "Momento Mori", "remember your mortality". I always remind myself that every minute counts, and that I should not waste my precious time, but somehow I think that the moments I thought I wasted are for a good purpose. The calmness in me gives me delight that I cannot have in "receiving" nor "giving". It's a kind of peace you have with yourself that you can only get from being alone with yourself.

Am I making sense right now? I don't know, and I'm type of guy who hates nonsense in this kind of discussions. But right now, I just don't care if I'm making good logic or not.


Sometimes, being lost in yourself can help you find yourself.

Return of the Lost Nobody

Yeah.... that was a good rest. Ohrighty, here I go!


I'm back!





(silence... plus cricket sounds and a tumble weed passing through)




Hahaha.... I know. I don't have much (nor any, for that matter) readers here, but still, I'm back to my sanctuary.


Well, if there are anybody out there reading this, I'm sorry for not blogging after so long (about a year?). It's just I sorta forgot blogging and... well, that's pretty much it.

But lo and behold, it's a brand new me! Well, no... not really. Still crying over the same girl over and over again, still single and virgin, still thinking much on philosophy, theology, and general politics. Yep, still the same.


I have new theories on God now, with much stronger arguments than before. I think I was still an Agnostic Theist when I last posted, but I'm now proud to say that I'm now a Gnostic Theist. What's the difference, you ask? Well, the term "Gnostikos" stands for knowledge, and being agnostic means to deny knowledge. For example, a Gnostic Christian (the religion) has faith in the Christian writings, and personally believes he has knowledge of the said sect. while an Agnostic Atheist believes that there is no higher being, but also no knowledge to back up his idea. I know there is a God, and I have the needed knowledge to explain my belief, thus I qualify as a Gnostic Theist.

I now also take Architecture in another university, basically due to my failure to comply with the requirements of my previous school. In layman's terms, I fucked up and got kicked out. But still, life's fun.

I also have new ambitions, like being a history and philosophy professor in the future. I dunno if I will take Education Courses, but I'll probably manage somehow.

I also learned of two new hobbies to keep myself retarded enough to keep myself away from suicide: Cloud watching and Stargazing. No, I'll say this beforehand: I'm not turning gay. It's just at day, clouds tend to soothe my mind of troubles an at night, the stars overwhelm me with their multitudes. Just try looking for a nice place to lie in, then just look at the sky. I feels awesome. Surprisingly, I learned to do this because I once tripped and fell to the floor. I didn't feel like standing up, so I just lay down and looked at the sky, and a smile crossed my face.



More recently, I'm making a romance novel manga, plus designing a minimalistic, studio-type residence for my buddy Jesse (I'll talk more about my friends next time). I'll also be making a separate portfolio blog which is more focused on architecture and design, but I'll still keep this blog as a mean to express personal feelings that I can't put in my portfolio.

I just read my previous blogs, and now I just want to say out loud: I OWN MYSELF AND MY OWN WORLD. IF YOU'RE NOT GOD, DON'T FUCK WITH IT.


~thegreatnobody signed off